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Some women hold it little short of a crime to refuse an invitation, and go through life regretting that there is only one evening to each day. To Paul these calls were nothing new. His secretary had hitherto drawn a handsome salary for doing little more than refuse such. It was in Etta's nature to be somewhat carried away by glitter.
What Etta and her people, using all their imagination, would have pictured as the pinnacle of luxury would have been for Susan a small and imperfect part of what she had been bred to regard as "living decently." She suspected that but for Etta's example she would be yielding, at least in the matter of cleanliness, when the struggle against dirt was so unequal, was thankless.
Etta roused herself, looked at her friend. And Susan saw what Etta had not the courage to express that she blamed her for not having "made the best of it" and kept Ashbel. And Susan was by no means sure that the reproach in Etta's eyes and heart were not justified. "I couldn't do it, Etta," she said with a faint suggestion of apology. "Men are that way," said Etta sullenly.
She recalled how she put the Warhams out of her life as soon as she discovered what they really meant to her and she to them how she had put Jeb Ferguson out of her life how she had conquered the grief and desolation of the loss of Burlingham how she had survived Etta's going away without her the inner meaning of her episodes with Rod with Freddie Palmer
"I don't dare spend anything yet," said Etta. "I've got only my two dollars. Not that when this meal's paid for." "We're going to share even," said Susan. "As long as either has anything, it belongs to both." The tears welled from Etta's eyes. "You are too good, Lorna! You mustn't be. It isn't the way to get on. Anyhow, I can't accept anything from you. You wouldn't take anything from me."
Quickly my hands went out to Selwyn, and for a long moment he held them in his, then, without speaking, he turned and left me. I know I should not think too constantly about it. I try not to, but I cannot shake off the shock, the horror of Etta's death.
"And do other people, other noblemen, try to do this sort of thing too?" asked Etta at length. "Catrina Lanovitch does," replied Paul. "What? The girl with the hair?" "Yes," answered Paul. He had never noticed Catrina's hair. Etta's appraising eye had seen more in one second than Paul had perceived in twenty years. "Yes," he answered. "But, of course, she is handicapped." "By her appearance?"
EACH girl now had with her at all times everything she possessed in the world a toothbrush, a cake of castile soap, the little money left out of the week's wages, these three items in the pocket of her one skirt, a cheap dark blue cloth much wrinkled and patched; a twenty-five cent felt hat, Susan's adorned with a blue ribbon, Etta's with a bunch of faded roses; a blue cotton blouse patched under the arms with stuff of a different shade; an old misshapen corset that cost forty-nine cents in a bargain sale; a suit of gray shoddy-and-wool underwear; a pair of fifteen-cent stockings, Susan's brown, Etta's black; a pair of worn and torn ties, scuffed and down at the heel, bought for a dollar and nine cents; a dirt-stained dark blue jacket, Susan's lacking one button, Etta's lacking three and having a patch under the right arm.
"I've only lately found out what a coward I am." "You think you are," said the cabinetmaker. "There's them that's afraid to do, and don't do. Then there's them that's afraid to do, but goes ahead and does anyhow. That's you. I don't know where you came from oh, I heard Etta's accountin' for you to her ma, but that's neither here nor there.
Susan, who was darning seated on the one chair yes, it had once been a chair did not look up or speak. Etta put on her hat slowly. Then, with a stealthy glance at Susan, she moved slidingly toward the door. As she reached it Susan's hands dropped to her lap; so tense were Etta's nerves that the gesture made her startle. "Etta!" said Susan in an appealing voice. Etta's hand dropped from the knob.
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